my heart didn’t make me choose acting….had auditions for the workshop of …and the Two Romeos at the Victory on Tuesday.  Actually callbacks.  Tom had winnowed.   And there were people who were so good - and just not right, just didn’t click, just weren’t it.   But they were good, they worked hard, they were interesting…and that just reiterated the crap-shoot-ness of it all.  Every one of them made me hear my words differently.   Some the way I meant them and some the way I hadn’t thought about and some the way I so absolutely totally don’t want them.

But when they click, they click…

Having had so many meetings where I didn’t click I know the feeling.  These careers are like dating and needing to fall in love at first sight.  Maybe even like internet dating where for actors the thing that precedes them is the photo and credits and for me I get to hide behind words.   I like hiding behind words.

We had the first read-thru today. I’m happy with the cast. Now it’s all about what words work, what words don’t work…it’s like diving into a murky pool that I have to make clear.   I purposely try to stay away from the play until the first read-thru, so I can hear it as clean as possible.  I’ve gotten good at this - sometimes I hear a scene and think, oh yeah, I forgot that one.  Helps when you put it in the drawer for months… there’s very little else in the world you can put in the drawer for months and have it come out fresher to you than when you started.  If you don’t believe me, check the vegetable drawer in our fridge.  On the second thought - don’t.